So-called Wife Is Not My Wife

　　Jingan relaxed in my embrace, refusing to separate for even a split second. Her curves flaunted their amazing suppleness and softness, and she had no qualms with letting my hands know that, therefore allowing me to touch and grab as I pleased.

　　Her hands didn't stop, either. She continued to grab fruit and refreshments from the table with her supple white fingers to feed me. Every fruit and refreshment had a different flavour, but there was a light and fragrant scent around me, which was a scent unique to Jingan.

　　"Fuma, have this one, and then try this one."

　　The usual graceful, generous and esteemed Princess Jingan's tone was soft and delicate enough to give the impression that she was trying to tickle my heart, yet was also akin to a grain of rock sugar dropping into a flame to become a sweet flavour that was sticky.

　　Jingan was somewhat excessively pa.s.sionate tonight, while my body wanted to draw the line.

　　I had refused… but they seriously tasted very good; plus, I was hungry… As such, I pathetically ate everything she fed me. When I occasionally licked her finger, hot flushes would surface on her pretty face, but she'd continue feeding me, nevertheless.

　　The atmosphere was incredibly awkward. Jingan looked at me with a gaze hinting at her pa.s.sionate desire to go further. So accordingly, I could only rely on chewing to hold down the fort…

　　As I chewed, I recalled the past and the reason I ended up with her.

　　To explain how Princess Jingan and I ended up in this relations.h.i.+p, I would need to backtrack to three years ago, when I was still active in the pugilistic world.

　　Three years ago, I was twenty five, and had been involved with a good number of major matters in the pugilistic world. At the time, the Divine Moon Sect had already been plunged into tragedy, and I was thinking about where to go from there. It was then that the Emperor announced to the world that he wanted to select a Fuma for Princess Jingan through an Imperial Martial Arts Tournament of the same nature as the most recent one.

　　At the time, I was in Nanjing and uninterested in the announcement. Not long after, the victor was announced. Legend had it that the victor had reached the apex of martial arts and possessed unmatched literacy competence. Every member of the imperial court was astonished at his display and marvelled at how such a perfect individual could possibly exist. They remarked that only one with such talent was worthy of His Majesty's most beloved eldest Princess, and therefore conferred him first fuma of Yuansheng Dynasty's reign, Fuma Jingan!

　　According to what I knew, Fuma Jingan was indeed an outstanding martial artist who would unlikely find a match. However, said person wasn't me; rather, he never was me from the start, but… my s.h.i.+! Fu! That d.a.m.n old geezerrrrrr!!!!!

　　It was a ridiculous mess that was beyond ridiculous.

　　Way back then, my s.h.i.+fu heard that I was in Nanjing, and hence, came to pay me a visit. For the sake of avoiding people (enemies, lovers, female fans) from recognising him, he wore on a set of clothes he reserved specifically for courting girls and wore on a mask made from human skin to disguise himself.